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"Like the fact that we're going on a real date, or something else?" He took a sip of his coffee, then cocked his head.
She chuckled, stepping towards him. "Well, sir, this ship isn't big enough for the two of us," she said, looking up. Suddenly, she moved, and...
"It's okay," he said smoothly, taking a seat. "It's interesting to hear what you have to say."
"Hmm." She tapped her chin, before pulling a knife from her belt, flipping in her hands. "I must say I disagree, for I am a changed woman."
"She was," he agreed. "I don't know what I saw in her."
She frowned, then adopted the accent herself. "Well, mister, ah don't quite know. Perhaps I'll cut your throat with mah knife, yessiree."
He ordered his coffee and paid, joining her. "Is it okay that I did that?"
"Ah, no. Definitely not." She raised an eyebrow, her head tilting slightly.
"Don't know, don't care. I just told her supervisor what she did."
She sighed, then went and patted his head. "It's okay. You only disappointed me a little!"
"Yeah. I fired her." He crossed his arms. "Is that good?"
"Ugh, I can even think when you're making that voice! Go spit tobacco in a can, or something." She stuck her tongue out at him, her hands still...
He shrugged nervously. "Can't have her blackmailing co-workers, y'know?"
"Yeah, well I hate junebugs, so I could kill get you easily."
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I got Vivienne fired."
She hummed to herself, tuning him out. "I'm gonna kill you one day."
"Well, I made the phone calls myself. I only got a few text messages regarding work."
You catfish humans, you monster
"Stop, stop! It's bad! Don't like!" She stepped away. "Your normal voice is better!"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Eh. Just work. There's been a lot more ever since I was promoted."
